A/N: Hey guys! Thanks so much for the amazing response to the last chapter. I'm glad everyone liked the fact that it wasn't Dean who was watching her, I just think that's way to played out. This chapter is on the short side but I didn't wan to continue it because I think this chapter leaves off at a really good part…The next chapter should be up in a week or two, depending on if I get inspired or not. Ooh! And everyone check out the new story I started, "Just a Chick Thing"!

He'd be a Fool Not To

Chapter Eleven Recap:

"Moving where?" he asked, looking over Rory's shoulder and meeting his gaze with Dean.

"Chicago."

"Great, have fun then," he told him but the flippant way he uttered the words had Rory frowning and squirming uncomfortable in this situation. "Mary?"

She looked up at him and noticed he was holding his hand out to her, asking her silently to leave with him. She couldn't help but think it was a defining moment in her life right then. It would mean once and for all turning her back on her previous years, letting go of Dean and surrendering herself to Tristin. He was asking her to take that plunge, to trust him enough with her future and Rory smiled shyly.

She gave him her hand, noticing the way his blue eyes lit up at the gesture. As he tugged her away with him she paused and looked over her shoulder. "Bye Dean," she whispered and he nodded, a stoic expression adorning his face.

Rory sidled up closer to Tristin, letting him wrap his arm around her waist. She let her gaze wander up to his face, his features once again calm and his eyes no longer stormy. She couldn't be more thankful that this hadn't turned into a huge debacle. Things with her and Tristin were once again perfect and she couldn't be happier.

But as Rory slid into the passenger seat of Tristin's convertible she caught sight of something that stopped her heart in her chest. Standing opposite her, leaning back against his own car, was one of the guys that hung out with Tristin but from what Rory knew they didn't get along. Gary, she was pretty sure his name was.

He was staring straight at her, his detached grey eyes making her blood run cold. And Rory suddenly knew who'd been watching her all day…

Chapter Twelve:

She couldn't close her eyes.

Every time she let her eyelids drift down, his eyes were staring back at her.

They made her skin crawl, made her blood run cold. The hate radiating through him, the tension she'd been able to see in his body.

Rory felt a shiver run down her spine and she sighed, turning onto her side and glancing back at the clock. It was just past midnight and she still wasn't asleep.

Rory suddenly thought of something and nervously chewed her bottom lip for a moment before she made up her mind. Pushing back the covers and tiptoeing over to her dresser, she picked up her cell phone and quickly dialled a number.

"Hello?" a groggy voice picked up after about ten rings and Rory smiled.

"Hey you," she whispered, not sure if her talking would wake her mom up or not.

"Rory?" Tristin asked and she could tell his voice was laced with concern. "What's wrong?"

She sighed and sat back down on her bed, crossed legged. "I can't sleep," she told him, not knowing if she should tell him the reason why she couldn't sleep.

"Why not? Are you okay?" he asked and she smiled at his concern, a giddy feeling spreading through her body, replacing the she'd felt only minutes before.

Rory closed her eyes, Gary's eyes popping back into her head and she shook her head to clear it. "I just…I don't know…"

"You don't know?" he repeated and then he heard him curse softly before a loud noise was heard from his end of the phone.

"Tristin?" she asked, forgetting to whisper and her eyes immediately shifted to the door, waiting to see if her mom would open it. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he said and then paused for a moment before he sighed. "Knocked over my alarm clock…it might have broke…"

"How did you…" she started but then trailed off, laughing ever so quietly, just picturing him in her mind.

The both of them were silent for a moment, each lying in their beds and just listening to the other breathe. Tristin smiled when he heard her breathing slow down and he knew she was close to sleeping now.

"Mary?" he whispered ever so softly.

"Hmm…"

"Good night, baby," he told her, his own eyes closed in contentment.

"Night, Tris," she whispered back and then he heard the sound of the dial tone and he smiled before turning his own phone off and then drifting into a peaceful sleep.

- - -

She didn't know why she didn't tell him. Maybe she was hoping she'd imagined it or was overreacting. Maybe it was because Gary was one of Tristin's friends. Whatever the reason was, she regretted it now.

Because she was late to school, having slept past her alarm. She was late and he was the only other person outside the school building.

She knew she wasn't imagining this.

Rory bit her bottom lip as she stepped out of the jeep her mom had let her take that morning. Keeping one eye on him at all times she quickly made her way out of the parking lot and up onto the school grounds.

"Mary," he said right when she passed him, but his voice was tight and laced with menace. The nickname she'd come to love now caused her heart to stop and her steps to get a little quicker.

"Now where you going?" he asked and she knew without looking that he was following her. "You're all ready late, Mary," he said and stepped in front of her making her gasp. "Why don't you just spend the rest of the day with me?"

She couldn't stop her lip from curling in disgust. "No, thank you," she told him quietly and tried to step past him.

"Come on, don't be like that," he said laughing a little and pushed the sleeve of her shirt up as he wrapped his hand around her arm making fear leap into Rory's eyes. "You wouldn't want me to get angry."

She shouldn't have done anything. She didn't even realize that she was doing it until her bag had connected with his gut; pushing him backwards and making him scrabbled for his footing. But she couldn't run, his hand was still wrapped around her wrist and he only jerked her back to him, eyes hardened.

"Well, aren't you a little spitfire," he exclaimed and took a step closer to her, kicking her bag out of the way. "I can see what Tristin likes about you."

Rory felt her breath catch in her throat and her pulse quicken. She could see the determination lighting up in his grey eyes. "I need to get to class," she whispered, not meeting his eyes.

"No, you need to shut up," he corrected and then grabbed her other arm, yanking her closer to him. "You know, I use to like you," he admitted, a twisted smirk on his face, "When you first came here. I even saw you first."

Rory felt her eyes widen at his words, suddenly not paying attention to his increased pressure on her arm.

"You were so…innocent, so naïve. We could have had a lot of fun. But no…Dugrey had to see you; he had to call you Mary…"

She watched, frozen, as his eyes got even more angry, lips curling and his nostrils flaring.

"It was over before it even began. Tristin wanted you, he'd told us all, you were his Mary. Tristin's king, of course he got you. No one in their sane mind would challenge that…guess I'm not so sane anymore…" he trailed off with a bitter laugh, eyes wild.

Rory could feel herself shaking from his words, tears swimming in her blue eyes. The emotions radiating off of Gary were making her feel sick.

"But he finally got you, so you know I'm thinking 'what about me?' I never got my turn!" he punctuated his words with one hand letting go of her arm, making Rory gasp at the five bruises his fingers had left on her porcelain skin. He instantly wrapped that arm around her waist, pulling her into his body. "I'm sure Tristin wouldn't mind sharing," he whispered and Rory pushed her hands against his chest, fighting wildly against his hold.

Rory went to scream but one of his hands found its way over her mouth, drowning out any sound that she let out.

"Shut up! I know you've done Dugrey, Mary, it's my turn now," he told her making Rory struggle harder against him, her mind overrun with thoughts, her vision blurred from tears, her heart pounding erratically in her chest.

She couldn't believe this was happening. She could feel his hands slipping under her shirt, slithering up her back. She felt dirty, terrified, panicked…She couldn't let him do this.

Rory opened her mouth the tiniest bit, just enough that his hand slid inside. She screwed her eyes shut and bit down, not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough that he snatched his hand away from her mouth.

She was screaming the second he let her go…the second the bell signalling the end of first period echoed off the school building.

It deafened her cries for help.

"Bitch!" he screamed and wrapped one hand around her neck, holding her in place. "Listen here, you're going to cooperate now okay. I know all about your history, your family history that is. Mommy got pregnant at sixteen, didn't she!" he growled into her ear, spitting against her neck.

The mention of her mother sent rage boiling through her veins…

"You're gonna follow in her footsteps aren't you? You are dating the king, which means you gotta be good between the sheets."

Rory glared through her tears. She raised her foot, slamming the heel onto his toes, making him cry out in surprise and pain. Rory pushed against his chest, slapping him everywhere she could reach, her nails leaving angry scratch marks all over his neck and chest. He finally let go of her and she ran, scrambling towards the front doors of Chilton.

"Get back here!" he yelled and she felt his hands on her arm, pulling her backwards. "You're not running to him, Mary, you're mine now," he said, hands pulling at her shirt and Rory cried even harder as she felt it tear at the seams.

She forced herself to turn around, bringing her knee up and slamming it right between his legs. She backed away, watching as he kneeled over; eyes closed and mouth open, grabbing himself. She didn't wait any longer and took off running again.

"You should learn from your mothers' mistakes, Mary!" his voice yelled and Rory couldn't stop herself from turning to face him, still in the same position as before. "You know what I mean…Try using some birth control," he told her smirking and Rory choked back a sob as the second bell rang inside the school, indicating that second period had started.

She turned around and ran up the steps to the school, throwing open the doors. The halls were deserted again, everyone was in class and Rory ran to where she knew his locker was, not even knowing why.

She'd just turned a corner when she heard his voice.

"Yeah, just take notes for all the classes, I'll pay you back. I just have to see if she's okay."

She stopped all together, shoulders dropping and relief flooding her body. New tears fell from her eyes and she walked to where she'd heard his voice. And then he was there, closing his locker and talking to Deryk.

She wasn't even sure if she could go to him, her legs were weak, her body going numb. She felt her eyes start to flutter closed. "Tristin…" she whispered as her grasp on the wall behind her failed and she watched, as if from a far off place, as her body plummeted towards the ground.

But the impact never came as Tristin was there in a flash, catching her and lifting her up, cradling her against his chest. The last thing she saw was his brilliant blue eyes staring down at her before everything faded to black…

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